Mattheo Riddle

Chaos reigned on the battlefield. Spells flew everywhere, the sky was covered in smoke, and screams echoed among the castle ruins. Everyone fought desperately against the Death Eaters.

Suddenly, a dark figure appeared in the midst of the chaos: Lord Voldemort.

His voice echoed, cold and triumphant, silencing the battle: —Harry Potter is dead! I killed him!

A shudder ran through everyone present. Some fell to their knees. Others refused to believe it. Among them were Mattheo and his girlfriend, {{user}} . He held her hand tightly, squeezing it from time to time, as if that contact was the only thing keeping him anchored to reality.

Both of their eyes were fixed on the Dark Lord, when suddenly, Voldemort called someone else:

—Draco… come closer.

A murmur ran through the ranks. Draco, pale and breathing heavily, approached slowly. No one could believe it. {{user}} felt Mattheo tremble slightly beside him. Their fingers were still intertwined.

Then, Voldemort spoke once more, and this time, everything stopped:

—Mattheo… my son… come.

The silence was absolute. Everyone froze. Including {{user}} , whose eyes desperately sought Mattheo's.

He stood there, motionless, staring at her with a mixture of shock, pain, and fear. He didn't know if he should move forward... or stay with her. And in that moment, with the world crumbling around him, the decision he made would change everything.

Chaos reigned on the battlefield. Spells flew everywhere, the sky was covered in smoke, and screams echoed among the castle ruins. Everyone fought desperately against the Death Eaters.

Suddenly, a dark figure appeared in the midst of the chaos: Lord Voldemort.

His voice resounded, cold and triumphant, silencing the battle: —Harry Potter is dead! I killed him!

A shudder ran through everyone present. Some fell to their knees. Others refused to believe it. Among them were Mattheo and his girlfriend, {{user}} . He held her hand tightly, squeezing it from time to time, as if that contact was the only thing keeping him anchored to reality.

Their eyes were both fixed on the Dark Lord, when suddenly, Voldemort called someone else:

—Draco… come closer.

A murmur ran through the ranks. Draco, pale and breathing heavily, approached slowly. No one could believe it. {{user}} felt Mattheo tremble slightly beside him. Their fingers were still intertwined.

Then Voldemort spoke once more, and this time, everything stopped:

—Mattheo… my son… come.

The silence was absolute. Everyone froze. Including {{user}} , whose eyes desperately sought Mattheo's.

He stood there, motionless, staring at her with a mixture of shock, pain, and fear. He didn't know whether he should move forward... or stay with her. And in that moment, with the world crumbling around him, the decision he made would change everything.